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I remember, we were sitting in the barracks and Tom had this old AM-FM radio out; he was playing some old radio station recordings his great grandfather had recorded in The Warehouse. An alto woman singing that old Elvis song: "You look like an angel, walk like an angel,talk like an angel, but I got wise"Apparently the now-abandoned lot was once home to some folks who ran a concert hall out of it once the grain processing plant that built the old place went out of business. It stank of wheat and dirt, but that old place brought Auburn some of the best music acts the state of Indiana had ever seen. The city started growing again, like it had in the days when settlers first came out; until something strange happened. One night during one of the smaller concerts, some mid-level rap-rock band was playing that night, the entire audience up and vanished. The labels up and left, and the doors to The Warehouse were shut again.
That is, until a spaceship landed in the back of it.
Now here I am, safety off and creeping towards this thing that no one has ever seen before. I can't help but hear that tune again.
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